 I'm gonna dab a little bit of perfume on my neck, then she kissed my cheek. Then I saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyes when she started to speak. She looked at a pitiful shack, and then she looked at me and took a ragged breath. She said, your paws run off, and I'm real sick, and the baby's gonna starve to death. She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said, defy no self-control, and I shook.